In a barren patch of ground
I threw some new seeds down
And placed four narrow sticks
In the sign of a star upon it
And poured some water
Salvaged from the rain
And watched it settle
Sparkling in the sun
Into the darkness of the soil
And having made my grave
I knelt and prayed
This new moon would unfold
From memories I've saved
A rising of green and gold
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